Turns all the streams of heat, and makes them flow
In pity's channel.—Royal Villain.
One drowns himself:
——Pity like a torrent pours me down,
Now I am drowning all within a deluge.—Anna Sullen.
Cyrus drowns the whole world:
Our swelling grief
Shall melt into a deluge, and the world
Shall drown in tears.—Cyrus the Great.
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Dood. My liege, I a petition have here got.
King. Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day:
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be [1]drunk.
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
[Footnote 1: An expression vastly beneath the dignity of tragedy, says
Mr D—s, yet we find the word he cavils at in the mouth of
Mithridates less properly used, and applied to a more terrible
idea:
I would be drunk with death.—Mithridates.
The author of the New Sophonisba taketh hold of this monosyllable, and uses it pretty much to the same purpose: